Poetry Without Limits

Crocodilian

- -
When I thought of the beast
the beast, the tormentor of my dreams
By the grave, I saw the storms
My passion is living in that death
In a kingdom full of beast-men
Deep into that darkness, howling
On that day, my soul will sprout scales
on that day, I become all that I ever was
As beastly as the beast that beats me.

- - - Jonah easily holds grudges, is very slow to trust other people and feels ill at ease in open spaces.